So, we live on a quiet little street.
Feb. 14th, 2009 11:03 pmIt's literally a block and a half long. One side is broken up halfway with a quiet little side street going up the hill, the other side isn't. It turns one-way halfway down, and if you turn the corner there it's another quiet little street, which is connected to yet another quiet little street at the end of *that*.
This little ramble of quiet streets is surrounded on three sides by big busy streets instead. (Hey! Why is it quiet little, but big busy? Well, that's irrelevant).
We've got a big busy street on one side going south, and another parallel to it going north, and one connecting the two. Busy, busy, busy. The connecting street does this weird squiggle and keeps going up the hill, giving us three very busy corners. Busy and dangerous, and there's an accident at any one of the three at least once a year. (And that's a light estimate.)
The accident yesterday killed somebody, apparently. These three corners all have either guardrails, or safety poles, or both to protect the buildings there, because too many times cars have made a turn here or there and crashed into one - sometimes in ways that I'd think were highly improbable.
Something has to be done. I have no idea what, but I don't see how it can honestly go on like this. My father was all for sneaking out in the middle of the night and putting his own speed bumps there. "If you go to the city, it'll take them 15 years!" If he'd gone to the city, fifteen years would have come and gone and maybe there'd be a solution by now.
At least they don't speed down our block anymore. They used to, to try to beat the light at the top or the bottom of the hill, but they've stopped ever since various of the little side streets were made one-way.
This little ramble of quiet streets is surrounded on three sides by big busy streets instead. (Hey! Why is it quiet little, but big busy? Well, that's irrelevant).
We've got a big busy street on one side going south, and another parallel to it going north, and one connecting the two. Busy, busy, busy. The connecting street does this weird squiggle and keeps going up the hill, giving us three very busy corners. Busy and dangerous, and there's an accident at any one of the three at least once a year. (And that's a light estimate.)
The accident yesterday killed somebody, apparently. These three corners all have either guardrails, or safety poles, or both to protect the buildings there, because too many times cars have made a turn here or there and crashed into one - sometimes in ways that I'd think were highly improbable.
Something has to be done. I have no idea what, but I don't see how it can honestly go on like this. My father was all for sneaking out in the middle of the night and putting his own speed bumps there. "If you go to the city, it'll take them 15 years!" If he'd gone to the city, fifteen years would have come and gone and maybe there'd be a solution by now.
At least they don't speed down our block anymore. They used to, to try to beat the light at the top or the bottom of the hill, but they've stopped ever since various of the little side streets were made one-way.
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Date: 2009-02-16 06:02 am (UTC)no subject
Date: 2009-02-16 06:10 am (UTC)I heard it outside the window, and I heard 'dul and whoever it was he was with talking about it. I trust my ears and 'dul's eyes more than the cops.
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Date: 2009-02-16 06:12 am (UTC)no subject
Date: 2009-02-16 06:02 am (UTC)no subject
Date: 2009-02-16 06:10 am (UTC)I heard it outside the window, and I heard 'dul and whoever it was he was with talking about it. I trust my ears and 'dul's eyes more than the cops.
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Date: 2009-02-16 06:14 am (UTC)no subject
Date: 2009-02-16 06:15 am (UTC)no subject
Date: 2009-02-16 06:12 am (UTC)